I'm not an idiot father, part II, but I am a sick-o.
Well, twelve hours later, things went south quickly.
Yesterday, Dorothea did fine with her breakfast of toast, a few small pancakes, and watered-down Gatorade. (Our pediatrician says that after 3 months, Gatorade is a good substitute for Pedialyte.)
I had a lunch meeting with the women from the breast cancer awareness calendar. My worst fear was that one of them would be holding Dorothea and she’d have another puking attack. Fortunately, this was not the case… instead, it was while I was holding her. I apologized profusely and cleaned up as best I could. We continued the meeting with a slightly squirmy Dorothea. In retrospect, I let her have way too much water and Gatorade in her cup. Alicia had run into this same problem earlier in the week… if she gets too much fluids at once, they come right back.
With the meeting behind us, we headed home and put Dorothea down for a nap. I reheated my lunch, but wasn’t feeling that great, so I took a nap, too. When I woke up around 4, all hell broke loose. Massive waves of nausea every 15-30 minutes for the next 8 hours. I didn’t end up giving Dorothea or myself dinner… we just hung out and watched TV, then went to bed at 8:30. Finally, around midnight, the constant attacks abated. I still woke up every 30-45 minutes until I got up around 7:30am. At least Dorothea slept through the night. I really couldn’t have taken cleaning her in the middle of this.
Today we’ve been practicing ridiculous amounts of moderation. Little doses of water, little pieces of toast, animal crackers, and pancakes. Flat coke for me to try to reduce the nausea. We watched hours of Mythbusters with her napping on me. Every once in a while, she’d crawl off to my bedroom saying “Momma Momma”. So far, other than getting nothing done and having a food headache whenever I stand up, we’re doing ok.
On top of this, I spoke to Alicia last night and this morning. Apparently, she’s having nausea problems as well. She has the pleasure of flying back from her conference today, then driving two hours home with Jacob (who, thankfully, has not exhibited any symptoms yet).
So, I guess my worst fear should have been of catching whatever this nastiness is from Dorothea. I really did not expect this. (And I’ve already sent a letter to the breast cancer awareness ladies giving them a heads up. I seriously doubt they were in any danger of getting it, but I wanted them to be aware of it.)
I think the scariest thing out of last night was knowing that I’ve passed out from being sick before, so I was worried about Dorothea if that happened. Thankfully, it did not.
Yesterday, Dorothea did fine with her breakfast of toast, a few small pancakes, and watered-down Gatorade. (Our pediatrician says that after 3 months, Gatorade is a good substitute for Pedialyte.)
I had a lunch meeting with the women from the breast cancer awareness calendar. My worst fear was that one of them would be holding Dorothea and she’d have another puking attack. Fortunately, this was not the case… instead, it was while I was holding her. I apologized profusely and cleaned up as best I could. We continued the meeting with a slightly squirmy Dorothea. In retrospect, I let her have way too much water and Gatorade in her cup. Alicia had run into this same problem earlier in the week… if she gets too much fluids at once, they come right back.
With the meeting behind us, we headed home and put Dorothea down for a nap. I reheated my lunch, but wasn’t feeling that great, so I took a nap, too. When I woke up around 4, all hell broke loose. Massive waves of nausea every 15-30 minutes for the next 8 hours. I didn’t end up giving Dorothea or myself dinner… we just hung out and watched TV, then went to bed at 8:30. Finally, around midnight, the constant attacks abated. I still woke up every 30-45 minutes until I got up around 7:30am. At least Dorothea slept through the night. I really couldn’t have taken cleaning her in the middle of this.
Today we’ve been practicing ridiculous amounts of moderation. Little doses of water, little pieces of toast, animal crackers, and pancakes. Flat coke for me to try to reduce the nausea. We watched hours of Mythbusters with her napping on me. Every once in a while, she’d crawl off to my bedroom saying “Momma Momma”. So far, other than getting nothing done and having a food headache whenever I stand up, we’re doing ok.
On top of this, I spoke to Alicia last night and this morning. Apparently, she’s having nausea problems as well. She has the pleasure of flying back from her conference today, then driving two hours home with Jacob (who, thankfully, has not exhibited any symptoms yet).
So, I guess my worst fear should have been of catching whatever this nastiness is from Dorothea. I really did not expect this. (And I’ve already sent a letter to the breast cancer awareness ladies giving them a heads up. I seriously doubt they were in any danger of getting it, but I wanted them to be aware of it.)
I think the scariest thing out of last night was knowing that I’ve passed out from being sick before, so I was worried about Dorothea if that happened. Thankfully, it did not.